Conspiciunt

As soon as I felt the ray of the sun touches my skin, I immediately stand up from the couch where I slept last night.

I know what you're thinking, the answer is yes. I do have a bed but sometimes I feel comfortable sleeping in my couch positioned just in front of my balcony window.

I feel safer while looking at the old house across the road and seeing Mr. Herbert drinking himself to death from day to night.

The more I look at him the more I realize that I am not alone in this world.

There's people that suffer the same fate as I do. No, I am not an alcoholic but my previous Psychiatrist told me that I suffer from a Mild Paranoid Personality Disorder. I have no reason to doubt the result as she was the expert.

My morning routine is the same as any normal person would do in the morning.

Usually I finish all the chores before the scorching heat of the afternoon arrived.

Not today it was already 2:00 PM and I still have plenty of cleaning to do. My daily routine was interrupted because every now and then I feel someone is glaring at me. I can't explain the feeling but the sensation feel stronger as the time passed by.

It is already 4:00 PM and I am not yet done with my chores. Fuck cleaning, fuck Mr. Herbert, fuck Dr. Linda. I am tired and since this is my day off might as well retired early.

So I fix the bed, drink a glass of milk and lay down. Half an hour passed before I finally went to sleep in my bed.

The shivering cold of the night woke me up.

I look at the time its 6:35 PM. I feel the insatiable glare again. This time it is much stronger. Every move I take I glance from left to right and double checking the corners.

I keep repeating the words, "This is just in my head."

but the sensation feels stronger every second.

What if this is not the result of my paranoia? What if there's really someone stalking me? I'm frightened by the thought that it might be something and not someone. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed any knife that I could find hoping it can help defend myself from this abominable sensation.

I slowly creep from the kitchen to my couch in front of my balcony window. To my dismay I saw it.

The demon.

It have two curved horns, a dark red skin and an extra eye on his forehead. I'm standing right across it while tightening my grip on the only weapon I could find in my house.

Mustering my courage, I leap forward and stab the Demon.

The words,

"I did it!"

echoes in my head.

Why am I feeling a burning sensation on my chest? Why am I quivering? I look at the time again and its already 9:45 PM.

Before I can release a sigh of relief I felt something in my chest. It's the knife that I grabbed earlier but why is it pierced in my chest?

I look at the balcony window again and the only thing I saw is a reflection of myself.

End.